The
other Imperials quickly chose their own tour
guides.
Since Seventy-Two knew that she would be accompanying Governor
Garowyn, she didn't pick one. General Hammell, the commander of the
Hapan army, was the odd ProCorps trooper out. Queen Tenel Ka
suggested that she go to the Imperial Embassy and entertain Governor
Garowyn's staff there.

At
Governor Garowyn's instruction, Seventy-Two removed the chain from
Tenel Ka's collar, and replaced it with the Crown Jewels leash.
Then, with Seventy-Two holding the Queen's leash, the three left the
dining room, with other Imperials and their tour guides right behind
them, heading for their own private
tours.

Seven
minutes later, Governor Garowyn, Seventy-Two and Tenel Ka were in the
Queen's private quarters. It had been a couple of years since
Seventy-Two had visited Hapes, but it had been far longer since she
had been in Tenel Ka's bedchamber.

A
long time ago, Jaina Solo and Tenel Ka had had some naughty fun here,
both with each other, and with several different Hapan Noblemen, two
at a time. Now Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, simply hoped that
Governor Garowyn would have the same kind of fun, both with her and
her fellow ProCorps trooper, HC-00001, and Seventy-Two knew that she
would gain intense pleasure from helping her to have fun.

During
dinner, a selection of standard issue ProCorps toys and restraints
had been left on the Royal bed for Governor Garowyn's pleasure.
Tenel Ka cheerfully took them on a brief tour of her suite of rooms,
including her private collection of restraints, to see if there was
anything that would add to the Governor's pleasure.

Governor
Garowyn picked up a mass of worn nerfhide straps, with a large black
synthflesh dildo sticking out of it.

“My
my, Zero-One, do you use this on your poor, helpless lovers?”
she asked with amused shock.

“Yes
Mistress,” Tenel Ka answered with a slightly embarrassed blush.

Governor
Garowyn shook her head in mock disapproval. “And has it ever
been used on you?” she asked conspiratorially.

Now
both Governor Garowyn and Seventy-Two glanced at each other and
smirked. Then Governor Garowyn leaned in close to the Hapan Queen.
“And which did you prefer?” she asked her.

“On
me, Mistress,” she answered.

Now
Governor Garowyn laughed out loud, and set the strap-on back on the
shelf. “So even before you went to the Academy, you wanted to
be a little ProCorps trooper?”

“Yes
Mistress!” Tenel Ka answered proudly.

Then
Governor Garowyn turned to Seventy-Two. “So, when you two
girls had sex with each other, who used the strap-on on who?”
she asked.

“We
took turns, Mistress,” Seventy-Two answered promptly.

“Well,
which did you prefer, Seventy-Two, to fuck another horny little
slut—” she paused to slap the front of Tenel Ka's
chastity belt over her pussy—“or get fucked with the
strap-on?”

“Get
fucked with the strap-on,” Seventy-Two answered promptly.

Governor
Garowyn laughed out loud again. “You two submissive little
sluts are lucky the Empire found you. If it weren't for us, you—”
she looked at Seventy-Two—“would probably have wound up
as some Hutt's spice-addict sex slave, and you—” she
turned at Tenel Ka—“would probably be down in the
dungeons right now, letting your Royal guards fuck you in the ass all
night.”

Seventy-Two
didn't think she would have become a Hutt's spice-addict sex slave,
but knew that she wouldn't contradict Governor Garowyn about it. She
glanced at Tenel Ka, who was so embarrassed she seemed ready to crawl
through the floor. That made Seventy-Two wonder if she had
been spending some time in the dungeons with her guardsmen. Well,
she won't anymore—at least not without Governor Garowyn's
permission,
Seventy-Two thought with an amused smile.

“Well,
bring the strap-on along. I might let you girls take turns on each
other again,” Governor Garowyn said as she walked back towards
the Royal Bedchamber. Seventy-Two obediently grabbed the strap-on
off the shelf, and gave Tenel Ka's leash a tug as she followed her.

Minutes
later, Seventy-Two was down to her collar, corset, chastity belt,
chrono, comlink, and boots. She had Tenel Ka's strap-on over her
chastity belt.

Only
Tenel Ka's chastity belt had been removed. She was still wearing her
boots, corset, and the Crown Jewels. A harness cock gag was strapped
onto her head, with a twenty centimeter synthflesh dildo protruding
from the front. The Hapan Queen was still wearing the Crown on her
head as well.

Governor
Garowyn had thought Tenel Ka looked so cute in the Crown Jewels, her
Crown, and the harness gag that she insisted on taking a few
flat-holos for Moff Fel. Then Governor Garowyn announced that they
were going to play a game.

“Seventy-Two,
if you can make Zero-One cum first, then you win, and she'll be
punished. Zero-One, if you can make me orgasm before Seventy-Two
makes you cum, then you win, and she'll be punished,” she
explained.

While
she didn't consider it important, Seventy-Two did notice that she
hadn't mentioned anything about her being able to cum herself.

Governor
Garowyn sat down in one of the Queen's pouf-chairs. Tenel Ka quickly
got down on her knees and started pleasuring her with the harness gag
dildo, and Seventy-Two began enthusiastically fucking the Hapan Queen
from behind with her strap-on.

Within
a couple of minutes, Seventy-Two knew that she would win. Tenel Ka
just didn't have the experience, or sexual discipline to keep herself
from orgasming before Governor Garowyn. Seventy-Two glanced at
Governor Garowyn, who winked back at her. She knew what the outcome
would be as well.

After
Seventy-Two made Tenel Ka cum, she got to relax while the Hapan Queen
finished Governor Garowyn's orgasm. Once she was satisfied, Governor
Garowyn released Tenel Ka from the Crown Jewels, and Seventy-Two
carefully took them off her. While the Governor stepped into the
Queen's 'fresher to clean up, Seventy-Two readied Tenel Ka for her
punishment.

Once
Governor Garowyn finished cleaning herself up, she picked up a long
riding crop from the supplies she had had delivered. Seventy-Two
liked that crop because it left a three centimeter impression of the
Imperial Emblem on her skin every time Governor Garowyn hit her with
it.

Tenel
Ka's arm was stretched up over her head, chained to the ceiling via
her chrono/comlink. She had a durasteel collar around her neck. A
one-meter-long spreader bar was between her ankles, magnetically
locked to the hidden ankle shackles in her boots. Her corset was
still locked around her torso as well.

Governor
Garowyn slowly walked around her, inspecting her restraints and
position. “Thank you for preparing her, Seventy-Two,”
she said after she completed the circle around the shackled Queen.

“You're
welcome, Mistress,” Seventy-Two replied.

“If
we decide to give her a prosthetic arm though, it would make it
easier to restrain her,” Governor Garowyn commented.

ProCorps
troopers were trained to remain silent when their superiors, and that
included virtually every Imperial, were talking about
them instead of to
them. Tenel Ka, being a trained ProCorps trooper, didn't respond.

“Yes
Mistress,” Seventy-Two answered.

“What
about you, Zero-One, do you want the Empire to make it easier to
restrain you?”

“Yes
Mistress,” Tenel Ka replied without hesitation.

Without
warning, Governor Garowyn swung the crop and hit Tenel Ka across her
ass.

Seventy-Two
was shocked to feel her pain through the Force. It had been so long
since she had been around a Force user as powerful as Tenel Ka that
she had forgotten what it was like. Governor Garowyn has some Force
abilities, and Seventy-Two could feel when her Imperial Mistress
summoned her through the Force, but the intense mix of pain and
pleasure coming from Tenel Ka was almost overwhelming.

It
didn't take long for Governor Garowyn to place twenty separate,
distinct, Imperial Emblems across Tenel Ka's ass and thighs. After
the cropping, Tenel Ka submissively thanked Governor Garowyn for
delivering her punishment. Then Governor Garowyn had her thank
Seventy-Two for her part in it as well.

“Thank
you for chaining me up for Mistress Garowyn, Seventy-Two,”
Tenel Ka said sweetly.

“You're
welcome, Zero-One,” she replied with a smile. As much as she
enjoyed restraining Tenel Ka for Governor Garowyn to whip, she'd much
rather be the one on the receiving end.

Next,
Governor Garowyn decided that she wanted to see what Seventy-Two
looked like in the Hapan Crown Jewels. She used the remote to
release Tenel Ka's wrist from the ceiling chain, and her ankles from
the spreader bar. Tenel Ka was still wearing her collar, corset,
chrono/comlink and the ankle shackles. Then the Queen obediently
helped Seventy-Two lock the Crown Jewels onto herself.

The
familiar feeling of the Beskar shackles and collar reminded
Seventy-Two of Mandalore all over again. The collar was a little
loose around her neck though, and since her waist was so small from
her corset and working out so much, the belt was loose too. Also,
since Tenel Ka was about fifteen centimeters taller than her, the
chain running from the collar to the belt and to the ankle chain had
quite a bit of slack in it as well. As she tested out her bonds, she
could feel that Tenel Ka was uneasy for some reason.

Tenel
Ka carefully lifted the Hapan Crown off her own head, and Seventy-Two
leaned forward to make it easier for her. Several seconds later, she
realized that she hadn't made a move to put it on her yet.

“Is
there a problem, Zero-One?” Governor Garowyn asked her
abruptly.

“Well,
Mistress, it's just that my Crown is a symbol of the Hapan Monarchy,
and shouldn't—”

“Imperial
Prostitute AITCH-SEE-ZERO-ZERO-ZERO-ZERO-ONE,” Governor Garowyn
interrupted her. “What is more important, a four thousand year
old Hapan tradition, or pleasing your Imperial Masters?”

“Good
girl,” Governor Garowyn replied with a smile. “We are in
the privacy of your own bedchamber. Besides, if Seventy-Two damages
it, I'll let you punish her until her debt to the Hapan people is
repaid in full.”

“Yes
Mistress,” Tenel Ka replied with her own grin. Then she deftly
placed the Hapan Crown onto Seventy-Two's head.

Governor
Garowyn took a few flat-holos of Seventy-Two wearing the complete
Hapan Crown Jewels as well. Then she had Tenel Ka strap the dildo
harness gag onto her, and took a few more. When Governor Garowyn set
down her imager and had Tenel Ka get her strap-on off her bed,
Seventy-Two suspected they were going to play the game again.

By
the time Tenel Ka got her strap-on securely in place—a feat
that was somewhat impressive since the Hapan ProCorps trooper only
had one hand—Seventy-Two was on her knees, eager to start
pleasuring Governor Garowyn. Seventy-Two felt a sharp smack on her
ass from the riding crop, and she immediately shoved her dildo into
her Mistress.

In
spite of the fact that Governor Garowyn was persistently cropping her
ass, Seventy-Two was even more confident of victory than the first
time. She had pleasured Governor Garowyn with a harness gag dildo
hundreds of times, mostly while being cropped like she was now, and
knew just what would make her orgasm. Of course, getting cropped
always turned Seventy-Two on. Tenel Ka fucking with her strap-on
turned her on even more, but she was a trained ProCorps trooper, and
she knew how to hold back from cumming until she'd pleasured her
Imperial Masters and Mistresses.

Nearly
ten minutes later though, Governor Garowyn still wasn't close to
orgasming. Seventy-Two frowned around the gag as she pumped the
dildo in and out of her faster. Then she sensed that Governor
Garowyn was trying to hold out on purpose. Tenel Ka, on the other
hand, had Seventy-Two on the verge of cumming herself.

Seventy-Two
really wanted to cum, but she wanted to give Governor Garowyn another
orgasm even more. Finally though, Seventy-Two gave up, and screamed
out through the gag in orgasm. After a few more hard strokes, Tenel
Ka gleefully pulled her dildo out of Seventy-Two's pussy with a
'plop.'

Even
while cumming, and being cropped, Seventy-Two didn't miss a stroke of
her dildo gag into Governor Garowyn. Seconds later, the Governor was
screaming out in her own orgasm.

After
she recovered, and cleaned up in the Queen's 'fresher, Governor
Garowyn unlocked the Crown Jewels, and had Tenel Ka take them off
Seventy-Two. Tenel Ka seemed a little relieved when Governor Garowyn
allowed her to put her Crown back onto her own head. Minutes later,
Seventy-Two's wrists were chained to the ceiling, and a spreader bar
was between her ankles.

SMACK!

“Thank
you Mistress!” Seventy-Two shouted as the crop struck her naked
ass. Twenty strokes later, her backside was covered with impressions
of the Imperial Emblem.

Once
she was finished cropping her, Governor Garowyn unlocked her, and
they began getting dressed to leave. Governor Garowyn also asked
Tenel Ka if she had anything else she needed to do that evening.
When the Hapan Queen answered no, the Imperial Governor had her take
off her boots, and put her chastity belt back on.

Tenel
Ka was still wearing her corset, and the collar she had been wearing
since she took off the Crown Jewels. Governor Garowyn had
Seventy-Two leash the Queen to the foot of her bed, and ordered her
to sleep there for the night.

Fifteen
minutes later, Seventy-Two closed the rear door to Governor Garowyn's
limospeeder behind her Mistress. Then she walked up to the pilot's
door, gingerly sat down in her seat, and buckled her restraint
harness into place.

Back
at the Imperial Embassy, she helped Governor Garowyn get ready for
bed. Then she went to her own room, which was right next door, and
undressed down to her collar, corset, chastity belt, chrono, and
comlink. She knew she only had twenty minutes to be restrained for
bed. As she pulled off her boots, she stepped into a pair of
eighteen-centimeter heeled slides that she walked around her room in.

Ever
since her enhancements, Seventy-Two's chrono and comlink only came
off once a week for her to clean them, and her wrists. Her corset
only came off in the gym and the 'fresher. The only time she didn't
wear at least fifteen centimeter heels was while she was sleeping,
and she had no problem wearing them then, too. She was very grateful
to the Empire for ensuring that she always looked, and felt, her
best.

First
Seventy-Two strutted to her small 'fresher. After she finished with
that, she went and sat down on the edge of her bed and slid her heels
off. There she picked up a set of shackles that were sitting on her
nightstand, and locked them around her ankles. The ankle shackles
had a forty centimeter chain connecting them. Then she attached the
one-meter leash that was permanently attached to her wall at the head
of her bed to the front of her collar.

Next
she picked up a short chain, only five centimeters long, and attached
the magnetic lock on one end to her chrono. Then Seventy-Two slid
underneath her blanket, brought both hands behind her, and brought
the free end of the chain against her comlink. The magnetic lock on
the end of the chain immediately attached itself to her comlink.
Secure in the knowledge that the sensors in the leash, shackles, and
her chrono and comlink would report to Governor Garowyn that she was
properly restrained, Seventy-Two fell asleep.

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* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The
next morning Seventy-Two awoke early, to the sound of her alarm
coming from her chrono and comlink. The alarm also turned down the
power of the magnetic locks on her leash, wrists, and ankle shackles.
Seventy-Two freed herself, and set the chain that was connecting her
wrists together, her shackles, and the end of her leash on her
nightstand. She slipped her heels back on, and used her small
'fresher, then got ready to go to the Embassy's gym.

Besides
her collar, comlink, chrono, and chastity belt, she wore a skimpy
black sports bra. Across the right breast of the sports bra was her
Imperial ProCorps serial number, SX-51472,
in small silver letters. The bottom of the bra stopped about a
centimeter below her double-dee breasts.

Next
came a pair of skin-tight black hot pants. The top came to the
bottom of her chastity belt, leaving the gleaming durasteel
completely visible. The outline of the crotch strap of the chastity
belt was obvious as well.

The
bottom hem of the hot pants came less than a centimeter past her
well-toned butt. Her serial number was also printed vertically down
each side of the hot pants. The words Imperial
Property,
in much larger silver letters was printed across her butt-cheeks,
lined up perfectly with same words that were now permanently on her
skin thanks to her genetically altered skin pigmentation.

On
the front of the shorts was the Imperial Emblem, also in silver, and
lined up with the matching one on her skin underneath it. Beneath
the emblem were the words Imperial
Prostitute,
followed by her serial number, also lined up perfectly with her title
and serial number underneath it.

After
her sports bra and hot pants Seventy-Two pulled on a pair of short
black ankle socks with her serial number printed along the top of the
outside edge in silver lettering. Last of all, she put on a pair of
training shoes with fifteen centimeter wedge heels, specially
designed for enhanced ProCorps troopers.

Since
Seventy-Two was the only ProCorps trooper assigned to the Imperial
Embassy, there wasn't a ProCorps gym. This early in the morning
however, she was usually able to work out alone.

After
her enhancements, it had taken her a couple of weeks to be able to
run again. Now, a brisk twenty minute jog in fifteen centimeter
heels was completely natural, even with her larger titties. Once she
had finished her jog, she used the weight machines, then spent thirty
minutes doing aerobics.

Once
she finished her workout, Seventy-Two returned to her quarters and
had a quick sonic shower, and got ready for duty. Ten minutes before
eight, her scheduled start time, Seventy-Two was sitting at her desk
ready for work. She was obediently watching the holographic patterns
on her spectacles, and listening to the ambient music on her
earpieces. Half-an-hour later, she received her first comm call of
the day, routed from the Embassy's automated call center.

“Good
Morning, this is Ambassador Garowyn's office, how may I serve you?”
she answered cheerfully.

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